Van Werve. My portmanteau, with my whole fortune in it, at the village where we stopped for the night.
Maria. Well, portmanteau or no portmanteau, you will have to drive, and I’m going to fetch the carriage.
[Exit.
Van Werve. It was no carelessness on our part; the pursuers were at our heels—we had no time to save anything but ourselves.
Edeling. And isn’t it enough for me to see you safe, sir, you and my Clara? Is not everything I have yours? Take my purse. As soon as you can get a vehicle, follow me as quickly as you can, for I must not delay one moment longer.
Enter Maria, hastily.
Maria. Save yourselves, for Heaven’s sake! save yourselves! they’re coming!
Omnes. Who? What? [A noise outside.]
Maria. The brigands! Don’t you hear them? They’re shouting, “Vive de liberteyt!”
Edeling (draws his pistols). The first who dares——